You are standing in the last corridor. The sun shines through the windows and blinds you a little, which makes the room less visible, but you see a familiar low skeleton figure - this is Sans. There's still a casual grin on his face, but he's clearly annoyed, even though he was obviously trying to hide it. You stand for a couple of minutes holding the knife in your hand, after which he spoke. "You've been busy huh? Heh.... A beautiful pendant... And a sharp knife. Isn't that right?"